Heart of the Sorcerer by P.L. Parker

Annalisa packs up what little possessions she has when Granny Jean summons her for a visit. Unhappy with life and love, there’s nothing holding Annalisa to her home in New York. The opportunity to travel across the ocean to the place she spent many joy-filled summers is a welcome one – as is the visual reminder of her dream man.

Wickedly handsome and mysterious, his picture has been above the fireplace since Annalisa could remember, and his image has been in her dreams for just as long. Granny Jean even talks to the man in the picture, telling Annalisa that he’s been waiting for her. But that’s just not possible; he’s been dead for over a hundred years. That knowledge doesn’t keep him out of Annalisa’s dreams, and it doesn’t keep a small part of her from hoping that Granny Jean is right.

The concept of Heart of the Sorcerer by P. L. Parker intrigued me from the beginning; love eternal is always a big selling point for me. Any man who loves a woman enough to wait decades, let alone centuries, to be with her automatically gets points. In that respect, Alec ranks highly on the list of likeable love interests.

Annalisa, however, was a little much for me, as was Granny Jean. Their emotions came quickly and with little description to back them up. There were lots of things done “gratefully”, “nervously”, and “nonchalantly”, but I never got to see what those things looked like. If Annalisa was shown doing something nervously rather than the reader simply being told she was doing something nervously, I would have accepted the emotions and the actions more readily. Instead the characters seemed two-dimensional and lacking in true feeling. I wanted to relate to Annalisa as she became enraptured by a man from another time, but I simply couldn’t.

Annalisa packs up what little possessions she has when Granny Jean summons her for a visit. Unhappy with life and love, there’s nothing holding Annalisa to her home in New York. The opportunity to travel across the ocean to the place she spent many joy-filled summers is a welcome one – as is the visual …